Blanchard - Hope Sandoval and the Warm Inventions

I'm merely standing on holes in the ground
If I fall over
They'll never know I'm found
I may leave
But I'll never go back there
I'm only stumbling on the things that I air
Like those days on the porch of your house
Tell you wrapped in the clothes of her
All those times you sent my brother down your road
Holding on to the d**e that you sold
I knew then that we could never be blessed
I know it this way and I know what I confess
And I'm not
Gonna say
I forget
'Cause I remember
Every day
I play death in the space of my life
That's how I feel
And I'll never think it twice
All these things that I held against you
Who should we blame for the things that we do
Who blames who for the ways that we turn
This all grow and will never see you burn
Inside I feel like a child that's all
I'm only saying the things that I've been told
And I'm not
Gonna say
I forget
'Cause I remember
Every day
Every day